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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.