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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Lyres,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.