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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.