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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.