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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.