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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.