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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Babytalk,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.