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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.