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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.