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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.