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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.