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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.