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 India and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.