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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.