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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
MDC,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.