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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.