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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.