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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.