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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Franke,
The United States of America,
June Days,
X-101,
UT,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.