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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.