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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.