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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.