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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.