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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.