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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.