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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.