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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
ABC,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.