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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Fear,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.