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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.