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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.