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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.