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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.