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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.