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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
The Move,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.