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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.