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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.