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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.