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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.