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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.