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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.