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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.