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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.