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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.