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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.