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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.