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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
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.