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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.