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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.