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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.