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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.