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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.