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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.