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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.