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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.