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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.