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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.