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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.