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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.