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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.