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 China and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.