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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.