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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.