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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.