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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Television,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.