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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
the Association,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.