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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.