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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.