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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.