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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.