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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.