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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.