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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.