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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.