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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.