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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.