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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 ABC 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.