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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.