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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.