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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.