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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Monks,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.