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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.