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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.