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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.