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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.