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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.