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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.