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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.