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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.