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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Pylon,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.