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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.