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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Fear,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.