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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.