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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lucky Dragons 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.