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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.