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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.