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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.