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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Section 25,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.