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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.