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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Hoover,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.