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 Senegal 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.