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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.