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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.