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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.