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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.