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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.