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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.