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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
JFA,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.