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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.