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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.