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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.