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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.