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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.