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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.