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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.