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 Georgia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Monks,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.