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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.