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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Index,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.