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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.