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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.