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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.