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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
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.