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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.