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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.