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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.