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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.