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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 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 Pierre Henry 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.