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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 AZ to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.