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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.