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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.