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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.