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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
The Names,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.