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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.