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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.