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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.