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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.