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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.