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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.