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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.