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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.