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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.