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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.