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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.