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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
ABC,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.