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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.