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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.