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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.