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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.