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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.