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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.