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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.