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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.