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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.