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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Associates,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.