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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.