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 United States and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.