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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Television,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.