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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Motions,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.