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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.