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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
MC5,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.