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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Television,
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Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.