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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.