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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.