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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.