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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.