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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.