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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.