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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.