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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.