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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.