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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Japan,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Wire,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.