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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.