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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.