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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
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The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
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