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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Deakin,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.