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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.