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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.