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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Scion,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.