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 Monaco and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.