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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.