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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
New Order,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Q65,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.