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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.