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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.