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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.