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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.