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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.