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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.