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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Camouflage to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.