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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
CMW,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.