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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.