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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.