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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 CMW to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.