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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.