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 St Lucia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.