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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.