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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
X-102,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.