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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.