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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Darondo,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.