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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.