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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.