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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
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.