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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.