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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.