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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.