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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.