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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.