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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
X-102,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.