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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.