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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Nico,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.