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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.