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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.