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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.