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 China and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
10cc,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.