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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.