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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.