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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.