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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Move to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.