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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.