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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.