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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.