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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.