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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Brick,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.