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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.