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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.