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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Can,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Index,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
X-101,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.