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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gong to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.