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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Gong,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.