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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Fear,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.