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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Gories,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
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.