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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.