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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.