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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.