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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.