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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.