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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.