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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
UT,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.