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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.