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 Haiti 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Doors,
UT,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.