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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.