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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.