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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.