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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.