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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Doors,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Wire,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.