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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.