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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.