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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Fuzztones to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.