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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Slave,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.