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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.