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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.