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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Television,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.