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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.