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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.