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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.