Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.