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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.