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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.