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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.