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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.