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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.