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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.