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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.