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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.