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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.