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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Mars,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.