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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.