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 Morocco and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.