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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.