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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.