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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.