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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.