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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.