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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.