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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.