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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
JFA,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.