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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.