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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
June Days,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.