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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.