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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.