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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 London and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.