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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.