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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.