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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.