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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.