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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.