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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.