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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.