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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.