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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.