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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.