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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.