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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.