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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.