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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.