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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.