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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.