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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.