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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.