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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.