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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.