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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.