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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.