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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.