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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.