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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.