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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Qualms,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.