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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.