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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Q65,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.