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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.