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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gong,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.