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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.