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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Can,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Ronan,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.