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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Index,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.