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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
The Names,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.