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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.