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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.