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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.