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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.