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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.