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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.