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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Cluster,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.