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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.