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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
ABC,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.