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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.