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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 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 Evens to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.