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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.