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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.