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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Television,
PIL,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
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.