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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.