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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.