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 Niger 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.