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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.