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 Afghanistan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.