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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Mars,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.