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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.