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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
DNA,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.