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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.