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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.