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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.