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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.