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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.