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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Television,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.