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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
X-101,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.