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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.