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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.