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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Remains to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Crime,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of 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.