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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.