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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.