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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.