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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Scion,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.