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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.