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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.