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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.