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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.