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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.