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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
John Cale,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.