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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Can 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
X-101,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.