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 France and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
New Order,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.