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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 London and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.