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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.