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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.