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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.