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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Visage,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.