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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.