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 Gambia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Television,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.