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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.