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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.