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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.