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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.