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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.