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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.