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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.