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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.