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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.