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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.