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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
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.