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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.