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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.