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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Fear,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.