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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.