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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.