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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.