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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
cv313,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.