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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Index,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.