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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.