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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.