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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.