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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.