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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.