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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Index,
PIL,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.