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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.