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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.