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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.