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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.