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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.