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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.