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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.