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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.