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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.