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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.