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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.