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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
JFA,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.