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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.