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 Senegal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.