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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.