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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.