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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Names,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.