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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.