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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.