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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.