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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.