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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.