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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.