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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.