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 France and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.