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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.