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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.