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 Maldives and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.