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 Romania and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.