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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.