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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.