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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.