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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.