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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.