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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.