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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.