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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.