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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.