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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.