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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.