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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.