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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.