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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.