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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Skarface,
ABC,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.