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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.