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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.