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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.