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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.