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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.