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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.