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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Gong,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.