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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
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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.