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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.