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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.