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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
10cc,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.