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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.