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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.