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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.