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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.