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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.