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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Scion,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.