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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.