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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Television,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.