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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.