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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.