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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
MC5,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.