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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Technova,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.