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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.