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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.