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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.