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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.