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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.