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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.