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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.