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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.