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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.