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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Nico,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.