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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.