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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.