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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.