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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Slave,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.