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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.