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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Organ,
ABBA,
Lyres,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.