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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.