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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.