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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.