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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.