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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Symarip,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.