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 Micronesia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.