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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.