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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Little Man to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.