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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Nas,
Franke,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.