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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.