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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.