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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.