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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.