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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.