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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.