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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.