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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.