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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
AZ,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.