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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.