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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.