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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.