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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.