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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.