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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.