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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.