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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.