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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.