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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.