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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.