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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.