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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.