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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.