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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Swans,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.