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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Television,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.