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 Angola and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.