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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.