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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.