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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.