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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.