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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.