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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
the Normal,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.